24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
How can you look at this
and not see
a political statement?!
The obvious juxtaposition
of fresh and dried; of fruit
and seed; of sharp and soft;
of stiff and flowing…
Texture, size, density;
color, habit, origin;
and all gathered together
in one gorgeous, harmonious
blended whole.
Maybe florists
should run the world.
sarahw
Each star shines its way to Earth only to learn it has died. In this magical corner of our World, they slide down the fall instead, becoming one with the waters that reflect them.
I am entranced by the stars
Small beings of light
Filling the sky with promise
We know we are not alone
So infinitesimally small
In a Universe so huge, so epic
We bow to our inconsequence
Stars above
Small beings of light
Pointing our direction
Filling our wonder
Guiding our journeys
We are bigger than we imagine
Smaller than we believe
With vast possibilities
As far as we dare to see.
the butterfly prefers
a slice of orange
to the dense bouquet
the ornamental
roses and filler blossoms
not at all to its taste
Even shorter form this time. My date’s here. 😉 
I will find you in your darkness
and resurrect your deepest fears
please love,
whisper in my ears your secrets
like black diamonds on your tongue
that I’ll unearth
hold close to me
protected forever they will be
Skinned knees and loud voices
Constant movement
Constant yelling
Everything is a game
And everything is funny
So full of emotion and love,
Told to tamp it down and keep it in.
Forced into dresses and skirts.
Unsure about why their body is changing
Unsure about what it means to be a “woman.”
Don’t really want to be a woman.
Little goblin boys grew into princesses
and now must learn how to be men.
(written for the 11am hour on my phone in a Dunkin Donuts.)
Indulging a fruit of the earth
Marvelous ways of latent judgement
Colossal task lies ahead in short span of time
Till the fulfillment of its duty consummates
Enriching the life of the universe
Far out and near sight grasping each moment
Gliding thru life journey
Forever reverberations of a spirit shared
In the universe of coexistence, a plain sight to zoom
Gliding thru life journey
A simple remembrance as life emulates
In the simple journeys serenading a butterfly in its understanding
A reminder to life journey short but meaningfully documented
Prompt # 5 Hour # 04
12:00 AM PHT 23/06/2019
Fifth Hour
What was once my refuge,
my comfort, and my home.
leaves a chill in the air,
Now I live alone.
Used to be where children’s laughter
and made-up songs filled the air,
now, it’s a sobering reminder
that I am the only one there.
It’s no longer friendly at night,
I miss the broken doorbell’s ding dong!
and the water balloon fights,
the Sesame Street sing-a-longs
and mail-ordered butterflies
taking their very first flight.
Everyday I smell a mix of stagnant water
and floral perfume.
My house is not my castle,
just an overcrowded room,
with a conglomerate of stuff,
I would never get through.
But, enough is enough!
It is time I tell myself the truth…
It is time to find a new home…
It is time to move!
City of Compton, CA 90222
June 22, 2019@12:11
The sun never gets too hot on the west side;
instead of vineyards we had raspberry fields;
acre after acre of tangled vines.
In other towns, the trucks smell of black exhaust
but here, the trucks trail the scent of ripe raspberries as they roar by.
I went to the upick and wandered through the field, down the row of vines until the farmer was out of sight
and filled my little bucket for jam, for pies, for something to create.
The air is perfectly still but still the dust sticks to my legs.
Children call from row to row with red-stained mouths and the bees hum
and the entire world is reduced to these 5 acres in this moment.